Can you not just see it-sloping green lawns all the way to the river, sprawling wildflower gardens, rose trellises and white fences galore. Bowling Green, a place to nestle into, a place called home. Children running, playing, calling cheerfully to all who will listen; grown-ups strolling about visiting with one another until-at last, the newlyweds appear for all to toast with good wishes and loving entreaties for their frequent returns to Bowling Green.